Analysis of MOBSTERS

Mobsters making money from
Factories selling off death,
Killing off all the innocents
Until nothing worthwhile is left.

Racketeers are profiting
From bringing death and pain,
Till the good are dead or dying
Or else have all gone insane.

Prophets of death grow fat
Upon misery and suffering,
Tearing down hopes and dreams
Too many never recovering.

Jackals lusting for greenbacks
Don't give a damn for anything else,
Not caring about myriad who die
Only caring about themselves.

Parasites are undermining
Every good and decent thing,
Only caring for the unholy dollar
And not about the misery they bring.

Foul creatures without conscience
Horrid, soulless multi-millionaires,
Looking down on us with contempt
Giving themselves undeserved airs.

Social and moral pariahs
That's the only things they are,
Killing off our generation
And leaving society scarred.

THE END
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Melbourne, Victoria, Australia